Page 41 of Omega's Virtue: Part Two (The Hartwell Sisters Saga 3)

“You must control your jealousy.”

We both turned to see Beatrice.

“How?” he asked, a strange pleading laced with pain. “You were right… So many dammed changes.”

“Trust us.” A soft smile on her face. “How could I not understand your feelings, Benedict?”

She’d never called him by his name before. The air tingled with repressed needs. Not sexual, but something far more delicate and precious.

“I know how irrational jealousy can be,” she continued. “Don’t you remember the dining room? How I made a fool of myself for thinking you did not care? That I was nothing but a conquest? Trust us Benedict.”

He swayed towards her, and I caught his arm because I irrationally feared he’d crumble before under the weight of her honesty

“I… I am not so good at—”

“Why don’t we go into the dining room? We won’t disturb the servants there.”

He and I both flushed at the realisation we’d given into our anger where the rest of the household could hear us. Hells, we’d drawn Trix out from wherever she’d been.

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